The sun was shining which is pretty rare in Scotland.
Taking this to be a sign of my changing luck I rolled my sleeves up.
This castle Urquart is supposed to stand above the deepest spot in the lake, Nessie’s favourite hiding spot.
I think there is a knack to seeing monsters and things in that they only appear to those not expecting to see anything, they are wise to the expectations of human kind.
Perhaps if you expect something, you will see nothing. If you expect nothing you see the monster. If you walk around expecting nothing the monster knows you don’t want to catch it and will reveal itself to you!
Truth be known, the Scots have done well to build a multimillion tourism industry out of a couple of floating logs and some historic gobbledy gook. Truly there is fuck all in this lake the Scots tell you this themselves.